Keith reached over and grabbed my hand that held the knife. I struggled against him, "Just let me!"

Keith used more of his strength not wanting to hurt the woman, "No, Madeline. You're supposed to be on the down low."

I growled, "I don't care! Let me do something! He... He didn't fire him. He just gave him a slap on the wrist with a written warning. What good would that do!"

Keith wedged his fingers in between mine disarming me, "Mads... come on. You're slipping."

I paused taking in his words, "Sl-slipping?"

Keith threw the knife making it wedge into the wall, "Yes. You're slipping. You can't slip yet, Mads."

I dropped my arms to my sides limply. Keith placed his hands on each of my arms rubbing them comfortingly, "Don't worry. The guy won't come near you. Think of it this way, you get to see boss today. Mr. Richards is allowing you to be with the top priority knowing you can do it. Don't slip now and you can't see the boss."

I mumbled, "But... I want to see him..."

Keith sighed bringing my body close to his. He pet my head running his hand through my hair, "I know, Mads. I know."

Keith glanced down at the short brunette. He feels he is taking care of an unstable child more so than an adult. I pushed away from him, "I... I need to get ready. Don't you have a shift soon?"

Keith eyed the brunette, "Yeah in 30 minutes."

I waved my hands at him to shoo him away, "Then go. I'll be there in an hour for my shift and consultation with Jay."

Keith shook his head. The woman is just like the boss. One moment there is a crazy moment that would unleash the monster then the next it would be called back within in restraints. Keith didn't move from his spot, "I'm not leaving. We'll go together."

I groaned, "I don't need you to be here and baby sit me, Keith. So go."

He crossed his arms, "No. Boss wants me to make sure you are fine and safe."

I closed my eyes as I am thinking of a few choice words for my husband. I threw my hands in the air, "Fine stay there. I'm going to go change. Watch the television or something."

I clenched my teeth walking to the knife taking it out of the wall. Either hurt someone or cook. Cook is probably the better option for now. I walked to my room with knife in hand. I'll cook after I change. Keith watch with a close eye on the brunette. His hand reached up to the bridge of his nose pinching it. He is going to just let her get her anger out.

I moved a strand of hair behind my ear but it kept finding its way back to the front of my face. I was able to make 2 chicken marsalas before my shift. Keith was finally able to leave me alone and do his job. I held onto my clipboard standing in front of the white metal door. Inside is my husband. It's been a couple weeks. Footsteps brought me out of my thoughts. I turned to the left at the person, "Mr. Richards..."

He rubbed his neck, "I'm sorry Madeline for not being able to get rid of the Mr. Jacobs. He pulled a fast one over me with the handbook. I would fire his ass in a heartbeat."

I gave him a weak smile, "I know. I know you would've."

Mr. Richards leaned against the wall beside the door. He stuck his thumb towards the door, "Now this patient isn't like the normal ones. He is not all... there. He murdered a lot. I am sure you seen the news when you got away, right?"

I nodded. You haven o idea Mr. Richards that the man behind that door is my husband and that I've been with him since my escape. Mr. Richards pushed himself off the wall, "I'm going to have some medical guards in there with you just in case."

I shook my head giving him a smile, "No it's alright. I don't want to have any guards with me. You know me, I prefer a one-on-one time without the intimidating guards."

He sighed, "I know. I was kind of hoping you would change your mind after what happened..."

I walked to him giving his bicep a light squeeze, "It's okay. I promise. I have a way with words. I should head in, shouldn't I? I've been staring at this door for some time."

Mr. Richards nodded. His eyes never left me as I typed in the code to open the door and the door unlocked. I opened the door stepping in. I didn't look at my husband. Not yet. I need to reassure Mr. Richards that I am able to do this by myself. I closed the door seeing a chair resting there innocently. I moved to the seat moving my skirt underneath me before fixing myself with my clipboard.

Joker's POV

I sat on my cot fiddling with my fingers. What is taking her so long? She should of been in here 10 minutes ago. I could feel my jaw clench in annoyance. I want to see her. I want to talk with her. I want to feel her. I want to yell at her for not telling me anything. I moved my hands to the tops of my knees. My knuckles turned white as another minute passed. The sound of the locks unlocking signaled she was coming. Finally. What is she so afraid of? I watched as her business casual clad body slowly walked in. My eyes narrowed. I am going to murder the bastard who touched her. Oh don't forget the bastard who raped her in front of our son. A smile was brought onto my lips as the possible scenes panned out in my mind. My toes curled in my white shoes. The excitement is building up just thinking of it. My eyes followed her as she went to sit on the chair. My tongue darted over my lips. She's going to see me without the make up as these baboons thought it was dandy to take away my war paint. I didn't dare looking at the door knowing her boss is standing out there probably watching the first few minutes of interaction. She finally settled herself in her seat. I released the tension in my hands stretching them out. I spoke huskily, "Hello...Doctor."

My calculating eyes caught the shiver that went through her. I smirked. It has been a while since we last saw each other. Since the first and last time she actually called me Joker. I looked at her features to see if anything changed. Her hair. That changed. It's much shorter and much healthier. My eyes trailed down to her outfit. I could feel my smirk get bigger. It's the outfit I bought her all those years ago. She still fits it. Well to the most part. I could see the buttons of her chest threaten to break away. Since Eric was born, her breasts never stayed the little ones they used to be. She wasn't too happy about it. She had to buy all new undergarments. I am the one who do not mind. I loved her breasts then but I love them now. I unclenched and clenched my hands over and over again. Once the doctor outside leaves, the cameras would be down for a few. Just a few minutes. Enough time to question her about what happened back at the mob and to just feel her. Her voice interrupted, "Joker? Uh, Joker? That's your name right?"

My eyes went back from her breasts to her eyes. I found a lump in my throat that is hard to swallow. My husky voice filled the room, "Uh, yes... Doctor. What's yours?"

I saw her eyes eyed my form. She is getting annoyed with just doing formalities when she knows who she is talking to. She answered, "Dr. Napier. That's only thing you're getting out of me."

I could hear the footsteps leave the door. I smirked standing up fixing my pants so it appears to be the last thing normal on the feed. The cameras will be down in 5...4... 3... 2... 1... The red light ontop of the camera turned off. I bent down crashing my lips onto her own. I pushed hard to savor her taste sweet honeysuckle. I felt her respond back grabbing my white V-neck shirt. My hands reached to her breasts and squeezed hard. She gasped but didn't pull away from the squeezing. I pulled away from her putting my palm on her cheek. My thumb rubbed the apple of her cheek softly. I started to speak softly but it got louder after every word, "When were you going to tell me?"

Her eyes met mine taken back. She bit her lip, "What... what do you mean?"

My hand left her cheek as I went to turn around. My hands were by my side clenched. The whites of my knuckles showing. I could feel my anger roll off of me, "When were you going to tell me that you were raped in front of our son?"

I am sure I heard my wife swallow. I didn't bother looking at her as I know I could picture it right now with Eric some where near. Her voice started small but got steady," I... I wasn't sure how to tell you, Jack. I knew that if I tell you... you would go on a rampage. It was after... they raped me that they killed Eric. All I could hear was crying from my baby then the screams. I wanted to forget but the only thing that burned in my mind was his death."

I turned around seeing her clenching her pen hard. She continued, "After they killed my baby... I grabbed the knife they used and castrated my rapist... It's just for punishment I was... raped again and again. I wanted to forget everything but all I saw was his death being played over and over again. Jack... I saw the light leave our baby's eyes."

I saw tears started to flow down her cheeks. I took a step closer. I spoke softly, "Shhh... Shhh... Madeline... Come now. I'll make everything better. I promise."

Her eyes looked up and they're red. I pressed my lips to her forehead like I used to years ago. I whispered against her skin, "I'll kill that bastard. I'll kill them all. For you and our son. My word."

I pulled away rubbing the tears away. I hooked a finger underneath her chin, "The cameras are going to be back on soon. Dry those eyes, sweet cheeks. It is oging to be another 5 minutes."

I felt her nod against my finger. My tongue darted over my lips. She pulled her chin out of my finger grip before using her palms to wipe away any tears. She placed her clipboard on her chair walking to the sink. Madeline washed her face to rid of any redness. I need to be on my best behavior to go to the activities they have for patients here. A few punches to the bag would do some good since I cannot kill anyone here. The water shut off and she sat back down. I stood in front of my cot where I was before, "So... uh... Madeline."

She looked up and she looks a tiny bit better. I am sure the camera wouldn't pick up any redness. She hummed. I continued, "Can you somehow uh talk to them about giving me my make up back?"

She looked like she actually took in my face noticing no make up is on. She tilted her head side to side, "I like both sides of you, Jay. I like this side of you as I do not have make up on me and I don't have to clean myself. However... I like the make up side of you cause it is the new you. It makes you... you now."

I smirked. My tongue wet my lips. I spoke, "Speaking like that when the cameras are about up... you are pushing the limits for me not to ravish you."

I saw a little smirk on her lips before looking down at her clipboard. The cameras should be back up... now. The red light appeared again and my arms started to stretch. I smirked, "So what's today's topic, Doc?"

She moved the papers on her clipboard, "Your past. Let's talk about your past."

Thank you for the reviews! I really really appreciate it! I'm officially with no job... sucks but school comes first! Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. It was really hard to think what he would do and what is going on with her. I think a little Jack moment might pop in during a blue moon just cause she is well his and she is broken and hurt. She is his soft spot as well as his son. Hope you guys have a wonderful day!